Friday, March 27, 2009

disdain thing

The jocks strut through the hallways like they own them. They laugh and talk about the big game on Friday, not realizing that no one, well at least me, cares. The girl flock to them likes wild animals in search of food. These jocks may win and be strong but they don’t have the brains to make it in life after high school. These guys are big time now but in the end they’ll be nothing.

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